"We gotta go to Abercrombie Tim." Clint informed her. "Then Club Monaco. I saw the sweetest pants!"
"What about those awesome aviator sunglasses they had there? I wanted a pair. I wonder if they still have them." Timber added as she and Clint headed in the general direction of Abercrombie and Fitch.
"I'll catch up with you guys later." Scott mumbled.
His younger brother exchanged a look with Timber. Both expressed their concern.
"You sure?" Clint asked gently.
Scott nodded, not wishing to speak. Returning to Calgary only made him feel more empty than ever. It just brought on the reality that he wasn't going to get her back.
"Where're you going Scott?" Timber asked, placing her hand on his arm. "Do you want me to come with you?"
"Naw, I'm fine." he mumbled, keeping his eyes trained to the ground. He absent-mindedly began to count the barely distinguishable tiles.
"Can we meet you in the food-court at say... noon?" Clint asked, itching to buy his pair of pants right away.
"Okay." Scott nodded painfully, starting to walk in the opposite direction before he could get too emotional. He wanted to be alone. All the people around him were just chaff now that his angel was gone. All he could think about was her coming back to him. All he needed was her. That was the only thing that could satisfy his otherwise insatiable soul.
The two others strolled away, chatting up a storm about the latest mid-winter line in Club Monaco. Scott continued on, still counting the tiles and trying to only step twice in each one. He looked up quite some time later to see that he had wandered to a J. Crew store. Angela wore a lot of J. Crew clothing. She had a sweatshirt that was really big and she would always wrap it around her slender body. He loved the way the soft cotton felt when he held her. The way the navy blue brought out the rich color of her hair... he felt tears come to his eyes. God how he missed her. She was all he needed. She made him smile so much, at times he felt he wasn't worthy... He loved her, he was just too scared to admit it in the beginning. And that was why he messed up.
"Scotty!!!"
Scott jumped in surprise, whirling around just as two tiny arms attached themselves around his leg. He looked down and saw two big brown eyes staring up at him adoringly.
"Scotty!" Patti shrieked. "Pick up! Pick up!" her hands were raised for him to lift her up by.
He leaned down and scooped her up, utterly happy to see her smiling face. He knew if she were there in his arms, Angela had to be somewhere. His heart raced with excitement as he searched the crowd frantically for the face he'd know anywhere. But he couldn't see her in the mass of people. His eyes did not give up however.
It was rather crowded for a Wednesday morning, but all faded away as a shaft of light came down from the heavens and illuminated his angel's beautiful face.
"Patti!" she called, searching around.
The rapidly beating organ in his chest seemed to pick up speed. Patti loomed her fingers in his hair, missing it's texture and feel.
"Patti! Where are you?" Angela continued, standing on her toes as an attempt to look over the throng of people that flowed around her like a silvery river around a rock.
Her eyes connected with his and for a brief moment, they shared a look. The look was a conversation, though no words were exchanged. For that moment in time, he knew she still loved him. For that moment in time, he felt her heart beat in rhythm with his own. For that moment in time, they were one being with one bleeding, blending, smoldering pulse that ached for the other. For that moment in time, he felt whole again.
* * *
"Oh, you should try those on!" Timber encourage Clint who was holding up a pair of khaki cargo pants for her inspection. "Those are totally hot!"
"I need a belt to go with them though." Clint pointed out. "Help me pick one out and then I'll help you find an outfit." he promised.
"Kay." she said, leading the way past the register to where a wooden rack of belts were on display.
She instantaneously selected a red one from the bunch. "This is so you." she informed him.
"Red?" he asked. "You always try to put me in red." he grinned.
Timber squinted for a moment, pondering his statement. "You know, you're right." she agreed. "Red just reminds me of you for some reason. You look good in it."
"Why thank you very much." he beamed, taking the red belt from her and checking the size. "I've always had a thing for red too."
Timber chuckled lightly, scanning the belts for a moment longer. Clint turned to the rack only a foot away and perused the display of caps. Looking up, Timber noticed a blonde girl standing a little ways away by the perfumes. As she met the girl's pale blue eyes, she looked away. Timber smirked, looking back to the belts. When she looked up again, she noticed the same girl looking in their direction.
"Yo Clint!" she whispered, edging over so she was right next to him.
"Hmm?" he asked, studying a hockey cap.
"That girl's checking you out." his friend replied, trying to suppress her giggles.
"What girl?" Clint asked rather loudly, looking up. His head whirled around in all directions.
The girl instantly blushed, hearing his query.
"Okay, Stupid." Timber chided. "Now, by me telling you that some chick was looking at you, it's a given that you do not acknowledge that by screaming it out for the whole store to hear."
"Well which one is she?" he asked in a whisper, still pretending to be fixated on the red cap in his hands.
"Okay, don't look yet." Timber warned, her hand on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. "But she's that girl with the short blonde hair. It's like, down to her neckline. And she's wearing a pale green tee with a fleece around her waist. A tan fleece." she added, spotting another girl wearing a red fleece jacket. A Patagonia fleece to be specific. And she's looking at the perfumes. She's maybe about Kelly's height, has a big blue purse... blue eyes..."
"Okay Tim, you know? I got it." he interrupted her. "I don't need that much of a description." he informed her. “She’s got short blonde hair and a green shirt. That would have done just right.”
"Soooo-rry!" Timber held up her hands.
Clint rolled his eyes. After another second, he glanced up to where the girl had once been standing. She was gone. "Where'd she go?" he asked Timber.
Timber looked up to the perfumes. "Damn! I dunno." she replied.
Turning and scanning the store once more, she caught site of the girl in the women's section on the other side of the store. "Over there!" she told Clint, grabbing his arm and leading him.
"I can't go there!" he informed her. "What am I supposed to do to make it look like I'm not looking at her but I really am?"
Timber gave him a vacant expression. She had no idea what he was talking about. "Just come on! Follow my lead." she coached.
Clint shrugged, still holding the pants, belt, and cap.
Timber led him to the closest area beside the girl. "Hey Clint!" she called in a rather obvious manner. "Help me pick out some..." she paused, looking for something to be searching for. "Underwear!" she blurted out, mentioning the first thing within reach.
Clint turned bright red and the mysterious girl looked at him, giggling.
"Sure Timber." Clint agreed in a rather strained way. "I'd... love... to."
"Check out those navy blue ones." Timber directed, dropping back so she was perusing the contents of a table. The navy blue bras were set up right beside the blonde girl.
Clint approached them, rigidly standing beside her. He stared blankly at the shelf full of bras having no idea what to do with them.
The blonde girl giggled. "Girlfriend?" she asked, striking conversation.
"Sister." Clint replied, saying the first thing to come to mind.
Timber rolled her eyes as the girl glanced back at her to see she and Clint looked nothing alike.
"We're adopted." he covered.
"Idiot." Timber said flatly under her breath. "He's such a kidder." she informed the girl. "We're just buddies, just friends."
"But she's like a sister..." Clint put in. "In a... sisterly kind of way. She and my identical brother are tight like glue, so I guess she would be a sister... kinda... you know? But sisters and girlfriends are in completely different realms. I mean, would you date your sister? Of course not... I meant to say brother. But I said sister instead, cause you know... we were talking about sisters so... But yeah. She's just a friend." he rambled on, taking a bra of the shelf to act like he actually had a purpose to be standing there.
Timber cringed.
"Oh, okay." the girl giggled, nodding. Her puzzled expression faded. "I see."
"I actually don't have a girlfriend." Clint said quickly.
"Dumbass!" Timber chuckled, supposedly in her mind, wondering if the conversation between her friend and the stranger could get any worse. She realized she had spoken aloud when both turned to look at her.
The girl just smiled. "I'm Cory." she introduced herself. "Cory Nordstrom."
"Clint Moffatt." he grinned, reaching out to shake her hand. He realized he was holding a bra. Wondering how it got there, he blushed and threw it down on the table.
Cory giggled. "Nice to meet you." she shook his hand.
"You too." he said in return. Pausing for a minute, he remembered Timber standing right beside him. "And this is Timber Moore." he added.
"Cool name." Cory commented, smiling as she shook Timber's hand.
"Thanks. Well, I'll leave you two alone. I have a credit card to max out." she announced, grinning cheekily at Clint and prancing away. She could already tell that this would be the beginning of a good thing for her friend no matter how poorly it had started.
* * *
While his twin brother, eldest brother, and best friend were at the mall, Bob decided to stay in with Carmen who had stopped by earlier. They were currently wrapped in one another's limbs on his bed, the Beastie Boys blaring 'Intergalactic' in the background, and the door locked. What had began as a few kisses in the middle of conversation quickly transformed into a grand make-out session, possibly more heated than any they had shared in the past.
Bob's moist lips traveled down her neck as his hands crept higher up her shirt, fondling her breasts. Carmen moaned her gratitude, lacing her fingers in his hair.
"Oh God Bob..." she breathed, closing her eyes.
He paused in the middle of his giving her a hickey and grinned dazedly at her, roving his hands around her back to unclasp her bra. She couldn't wait that long; she began to fumble with the buttons on the front of her shirt to allow him easier access. His lips continued to assail her neck until a rather large bruise was formed.
"What the..." he mumbled, his fingers still searching for the clasp to her bra.
She giggled, pushing his hair back from his face. "It closes in front." she told him.
"What?" he asked. "When did they start doing that?"
Sitting up on her, so he was straddling her around the hips, he inspected the front closure of her bra, grinning at how easy he could now gain access to her breasts.
"Some do." she replied, taking his hand and guiding it over the small mound on the left side of her chest.
"Cool." Bob smirked, unhooking it with ease. "No more of that fumbling blindly shit." He removed the cups from her chest, taking in the site of her for the first time. It was hard to cover up the smile that he had already formed. "You have nice boobs." he informed her, leaning his mouth down to place against her neck. His hand felt her up again.
"They're too small." she pouted, kissing his forehead.
"They're perfect." he contradicted, moving his mouth down. His lips conformed around the center of her breast, sucking at it and feeling her nipple become erect in his mouth.
Carmen groaned again, burrowing her head back in his pillows. She felt all the nerve ending in her chest begin to tingle.
As his mouth left her right side and moved to the left, the cold air hit the wet trail he had left, stinging slightly but sending her into a state of rapture. All the while, his hands began to mess with the buttons of her jeans.
"Mmm..." Carmen hummed, keeping her hand in his hair even as his mouth moved down her stomach.
Bob's nimble fingers tugged her jeans down, and she assisted him in sliding them off one of her legs to allow him between her thighs. As his lips tapped the skin just below her navel, her underpants beginning to slide down along with her jeans. His mouth made a trail though her light strip of reddish-brown curls until they reached their destiny which was situated directly between her legs.
She was wet already as he reached her throbbing clit, attaching his mouth to it. He gave the pulsating bud a good, hard, suck, evoking a euphoric scream to come from the mouth of his girlfriend. His tongue then jetted out of his mouth and he lapped at her undersides, only slightly introducing the main event to come.
Carmen's screams grew louder as his hands pushed her legs further apart, inserting his tongue in her and using his lips to stimulate her plethoric organ. More and more lubrication flowed evenly from her.
"Ugnh, Bob!" she cried, lacing her fingers in his already disheveled hair again. "Do it to me... Oh my GOD!!!!"
He continued to work her towards her orgasm, flicking his avid tongue in an up and down motion then gyrating it around her clitoris, pausing to nip at it every now and then. She pressed his head closer in her, wallowing in the feel of his warm breath against her sopping wet womanhood. He guided her legs farther apart still, holding them until they were extending on either side of her body so she could not rush the torturous, taunting stimulation.
Her moaning soon subsided to panting as she reached the end of her rope, on the brink of cumming.
"Ohhh... BOB!!! I'm CUMMING!!!" she finally screamed, her hot juices flooding into his mouth.
He teased her, continuing his lapping at her while she twitched beneath him, orgasm gripping her body tightly. When he finally did pull away, kissing his way back up her stomach to her neck, then to her mouth, she looked dazedly at him.
"Oh my God." she said in a whisper, pressing her lips on his. "I love you."
He froze, looking into her deep eyes. "Do you really?" he asked, noticing the position of his hands on her thighs.
She nodded, kissing him again. "I do."
He grinned his goofy smile. "Really?" he asked again, still in shock from this new realization.
She reached to pull her pants back up while keeping her eyes still trained to his. "Really."
"Well." Bob giggled, clapping his hand over his mouth when he realized what a horrid sound he had just produced. "Well." he began again, in a more androgynous manner. "I love you too Carmen Matthers."
His lips found their way to hers once more, his tongue going to explore her mouth. She tactfully managed to turn him over so she was on top, giggling as they nearly tumbled from the bed. As they separated, she gazed into his innocent brown eyes.
"I really do love you Bob." she clarified in a more serious tone.
"I love you too." he repeated, pressing his lips on hers again.
Her hand made a slow path down his stomach, feeling his rippled abs below his tee-shirt.
"And when you were gone..." her hand touched his already forming erection before going in search of the drawstring to his henley sweatpants. "I missed you... a lot."
"Did you really?" he asked, smiling brightly as he realized what she was about to do.
"Uh huh..." she replied, beginning to slide down against his body.
"Honestly?" he asked again.
Her head was now nearing it's target. "Oh yeah." she replied.
"You're kidding." he accused as his girlfriend tugged his pants down.
"No joke." she grinned.
"Naw, you're leading me on." Bob smiled, watching her tug his boxers down and expose his already excited member. "I mean, you're messing with me." he said in mock disbelief.
"Nuh-uh." she smiled coyly, taking him in her fist.
"You're pulling my leg." he continued with the contradictions.
"Oh I'll do more than pull your leg." she informed him as her lips closed around his swollen head...
* * *
Timber saw Clint emerge from Ambercrombie and Fitch with a big bag in his hand and an enormous smile on his face. She grinned to herself, knowing he had had a lot of luck with 'Cory Nordstrom.'
"Hey Romeo! Up here!" she called down to him from the second level.
Clint looked up at the sound of her voice and saw that she was leaning over the railing in front of the United Colors of Benneton, already holding a bag from that store.
"Hey!" he called, his smile growing even wider as he hurried to the escalator to meet up with her.
Timber rolled her eyes, finding his élan to be adorable.
"So how'd it go?" she asked. "What's she like? Is she nice? Do you like her?" she continued as they headed for Club Monaco.
"She's awesome!" Clint exclaimed. "She's sixteen, doesn't live too far from us, has a car, has two little brothers, lives with both parents, has a job at the Gap... has big boobs and a nice smile!!!" he jumped up with excitement, clapping his hands.
Timber laughed. "Typical male." she shook her head.
"Oh, and the best part!" he continued, fishing in his pocket. He pulled out a slip of pink paper and displayed her phone number for his friend. "She wants to hang out this weekend!"
"That's so cool Clint! I'm so happy for you!" Timber gushed. "Where does she go to school? I've never seen her."
"She goes to your school, but she's a junior. She turns seventeen in May." he explained.
"Oh, I see." she nodded.
The two entered the store, the sound of spacy fashion music filling their ears.
"So what are you guys going to do this weekend?" she asked.
Clint shrugged, flocking directly to where the pants he had been thinking about for weeks hung. He began searching for his size.
"Okay..." Timber said slowly. "Don't you kinda have to have a plan?" she asked.
"I dunno." Clint shrugged as if it were no longer his problem to deal with. He was too interested in his pants.
"Well..." Timber said, pondering the options. "You need to do something casual. I mean, it's kind of a first date thing, so it can't be too 'let's get married'-ish."
"True." he agreed, finding his size and holding the black slacks to his body. "Are these cute or what?"
She grinned, feeling the smooth material with her hand. "Their probably dry-clean only. Isn't that a bitch!"
"Tell me about it. And I know one of my dumb ass brothers will borrow them and machine wash them. They can be such dicks sometimes." the Moffatt boy grumbled, heading for the accessories. "Let's check out those sunglasses you wanted."
"Yeah, I hope they still have them." she nodded.
"I think I know what you're talking about. They should. Aviators are big nowadays."
"But it is winter." Timber pointed out, nevertheless spotting her glasses and trying them on. "Anyway, so yeah. You have to plan what you're going to do this weekend."
"Do with what?" he asked, having no clue what she was talking about.
"Do with Cory!" Timber reminded him.
"Those look so hot on you." he told her, peeking into the oval shaped desk mirror over her shoulder. It was the swiveling kind that flipped over to provide a magnified version.
"Clint!" Timber chided him. "Let's try to stay on topic here."
"What were we talking about?" he asked.
"CORY!!!!" Timber exclaimed, throwing her hands out in a wake-up-call fashion.
"Oh yeah." Clint nodded. "I dunno." he shrugged.
"I would say that I'd have a party, but my brother's home. He's such a prick."
"You have a brother?" Clint asked.
"Duh." Timber said, rolling her eyes as she tried a bucket hat with the glasses. Her hair had grown out some and was just drifting at her neckline, peeking from beneath the brim of the hat.
"You should model." Clint told her. "That's a priceless image, right there."
She grinned, elbowing him.
"So what's this about you having a brother?" he asked, selecting an identical bucket hat and trying it on. He also picked up the same glasses she wore. "Twins." he smirked.
"My older brother. I can't believe you didn't know that Clint." she shook her head.
"I did! I think..." his eyebrows contorted in deep thought for a moment. "I remember you saying something about it... he goes to college... OH YEAH!!!" he exclaimed. The clerk at the desk looked up at him with disapproval smeared all over her face. "He's the one who goes to prep school!" Clint immediately began to laugh. "Collin... isn't that his name? Or was it like... Steve.... Weston... or Hunter.... something preppy like that..."
"Chandler, dummy. Weston's my dad's name." Timber announced, laughing. "And ANYWAY, back to the subject at hand... I cannot have a party this weekend unless CHANDLER decides to go somewhere. He's been vegetating in the house for the past three weeks, so I doubt that'll happen. I think he likes being home a little too much."
Clint snickered. "I know how the guy feels."
"But I can, however, have a get-together tonight! I haven't even seen Bob or Davey yet! We can have a little party like we always do when you guys get back. Those are so fun. We can make it a sleep over!"
"Eh-em." he coughed. "I do believe you are forgetting one thing." Clint reminded her, taking off the hat and glasses. "I'm buying this hat." he informed her.
"No I am!" she said. "And we are NOT having matching hats!"
"Well I said I was buying it first!" he said haughtily.
"Well I tried it on first, so put that in your pipe and smoke it!"
"I'm buying it, moron!" Clint said, taking it off her head and sticking his tongue out at her.
"Give that back! I'm buying it, stuipd!" she hit him in the stomach.
"No! I said it first, whore. You get the glasses, bitch, I get the hat, slut." he smiled cheekily.
Timber snatched the hat back from him. "Like hell you do, bastard." she said, walking away with it. "You already have four Club Monaco bucket hats, skank. I counted them in your closet, tramp."
"So? You have a million bucket hats!" he screamed.
"But only one of them is from here! My others are from other stores."
"You always wear that red cap from Abercrombie anyway." he said. "I never see you wear a bucket hat."
"Well when the weather gets warm I will." she pointed out, approaching a rack of cashmere sweaters. "And I mean, now that I have this really cute one from Club Monaco!" she teased.
"Fine. Buy it." Clint smiled nonchalantly. "I'm buying it too."
"But you can't wear it when I do!" she stipulated.
"Okay, you can only wear them on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. And I can only wear it on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays." he set out.
"No, then who gets it on Sunday?" she asked. "And what if it's really sunny on a Wednesday? And it goes with my outfit?"
"Then maybe you shouldn't buy the hat!" he smirked.
"Oh you'll pay for this Clint."
"I know. That's what you do when you buy a nice white bucket hat from Club Monaco!" he taunted.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Anyway. What were we talking about before the dispute of this controversial hat?" she asked dryly.
"We were talking about why having a group get-together was unrealistic." he said. "And the reason for that is because we happen to have two estranged friends."
"Who--- oh yeah." she wrinkled her nose at the topic. "Scott and Angie. In the heat of so much shopping fun, I forgot."
"Yeah." Clint nodded, picking up a grey sweater and putting it up against her. He loved shopping with people, but no one ever wanted to go with him because he was such a serious shopper. Infact, Timber seemed to be the only one who was just as serious about shopping as he was. Not ever Kelly was as diligent.
"So what should we do?" she asked.
"I dunno. I mean, I want to get them back together, but it's harder than it looks."
"I know." Timber said sadly.
The two were silent for a few moments, off in their own realm of thinking. As if on queue, they both turned back to one another with wide eyes.
"I have an idea!" they both said at the same time. "You first!" they said in unison, then laughed.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Clint asked, his brown eyes dancing with excitement.
Timber smiled widely. "I haven't a fucking clue!" she grinned. "But have you ever seen The Parent Trap?"
"I own it!" Clint gushed, knowing they were indeed on the same wavelength.
* * *
She continued to stare into his longing eyes until she found the courage to swallow. Her feet seemed weak and wobbly as Angela closed in the space between their two longing bodies, everyone else in the mall seeming the fade away. Scott's eyes stayed trained on her as she neared him. Her arms reached out for him and he longed to reach back, but his body did not respond to his id. Her fingers barely grazed his chest, and he realized what she was reaching out for. He had currently forgotten that he held Patti in his arms.
"No!" Patti screamed, batting at her sister's hand and throwing her arms tighter around Scott's neck.
The little girl's death grip made it harder for him to breathe.
"Patti, come on." Angela coaxed, fully noticing how close she was to Scott, but refusing to let on that she realized this and it made her heart speed up. "We have to go home now."
His wide blue eyes just stared at her, they had no desire to move, and it wasn't as if they could even if he wanted them too. This was the closest he had been to her since the day of the dance. This was the first he had seen of her. This was the first time he had heard her heavenly voice... and he realized how much he did miss that, even more than he had thought. He missed her more than words could ever say.
The memory of dancing with her, swaying with the strains of the guitar, his hands holding her around her waist.... Those memories all came flooding back. She looked different now than she had before. Her curls were slightly longer, brushing at her shoulders. She was beautiful until there was a word that meant more than that. He still loved her so much, possibly more than ever.
"H--hi Angela..." he finally willed himself to speak, but his voice seemed lost in a whisper.
She glanced up at him, above the frames of her silver glasses. Not a word came from her mouth. At that moment, she was confused. It was a dichotomy of her. Half of her wanted to throw her arms around his neck and make him swear never to let go. The other half wanted to give him the silent treatment because if words were uttered from her mouth, she might end up letting the first half win.
Her silence wrenched at his heart and he felt the emotions rise thickly in his throat, constricting his breathing passage. She still hated him. But he would have to try.
"Please... Angela... I really need to talk to you..." His voice was stronger this time.
Another underhanded look was passed in his direction as she continued to attempt to pry her sister's fingers from his neck. She finally gave up, stepping back from him.
"Please give her to me." Angela requested coldly.
"Not until you let me talk to you." he said firmly.
Angela shook her head rapidly as if she were trying to get her mind back in order. "No Scott. No. I am SICK and I am TIRED of your excuses!" she blew up at him.
He had always known his girlfriend to be calm and collected, never really saying what was on her mind, though she hinted to it at times. She had never been too inclined to elaborate speech, so this sudden outburst shocked him. He was beginning to see the real Angela. He was beginning to see what she was like when she was mad at him and when she wanted to hurt him. And she was doing her job well.
"I made a mistake!" he said earnestly, his voice cracking with emotion. "But that was so long ago Angela... I... I didn't know how I felt then! I was just... trying to be blind to my feelings when they were staring me in the face all along. I didn't know I loved you then. I fucked up and I'm so sorry..."
Her brown eyes put him on trial. Scott became confused by the look of disgust he saw behind them. "You didn't know you loved me?" she asked, hands going to her hips.
He squeezed his eyes shut, blindly digging a grave for himself. "That came out so wrong."
"You know, it really did." she nodded. "Now give me back my sister!"
"No... no!" he said forcefully, his eyes filling with tears. "I won't do it! I'm not going to let you walk away. I not giving up Angela! I'm not giving up."
"Tenacity isn't always a virtue Scott." she whispered.
"Why are you being like this?" he beseeched her.
"Because you made me like this."
"No, Angela please!" he begged. "Don't do this to me..."
"Please just let go of her." Angela requested. "And of me too."
Scott shook his head silently, handing Patti to her rightful owner. "But I'm never letting you go." he told her. "I'm never going to stop trying. I love you."
Angela's mind screamed at her feet to turn and walk away, but her heart left her standing there watching the tears threaten to fall from his eyes.
"It's like in A Tale Of Two Cities." he murmured, feeling emotionally exhausted. Maybe love was supposed to constantly tug you in all directions until you were drained of all feeling. Maybe love was supposed to make you numb...
"You read it..." she whispered, almost sounding disbelieving.
He nodded. "Yes. I did."
She waited for him to continue.
"And to me it's about a guy." he went on. "And this guy's headed down the wrong path." he cleared his throat, trying to swallow around the bubble of nervousness. Just the sight of her face made him feel edgy, like his time was limited. He had to hold her interest with his words or else she would be gone again, and he didn't know how long he'd have to wait to see her again. "And then this other person comes along... and... and this person... saves this guy. This person gives this guy life, no matter what the price. And this person doesn't do it because this person's getting something out of it... Lord knows that wasn't true... but this person saves this guy because this person wants to. And it makes such an impact..." he finished in a flutter of a whisper, longing to hold his angel again.
Angela barely noticed the struggling of her baby sister in her arms. She breathed in Scott's every existence, letting him out in one sigh. Her heart began to ache and her stomach did cartwheels as if she were traveling up in the emotional rollercoaster of love. But she was still torn.
"Did you sleep with her?"
Scott was caught off guard, confused by this question. "What?" he asked, confused.
"Did you sleep with her." Angela repeated as more of a forceful statement than a question.
Scott shook his head rapidly, trying to find the words. "No... no! No! Of course not Angela. You know me better than that." he reminded her.
"Apparently not, considering I never thought you'd do anything like this." she countered coldly.
His shoulders slumped as her words punctured his chest. Something in the way she said that made him believe it was finally over, but he needed to hear her say it before he would work from that point.
"Is it over Angela?" he asked in almost a whisper.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to hear his words in her ears. She wanted to say yes, though she knew that wasn’t the truth. She wanted to say yes because she wanted to take her chance to crush him.
"Y- yes." her voice faltered.
He saw the word No scribbled all over her features. "No it's not." he stated.
"I know it's not." she tried to remain calm.
"You just need time?" he suggested hopefully. He approached her slowly, watching her nervous movements.
She backed away from him. "I don't want to see you ever again Scott." she told him.
He stopped, frozen and shocked by her words. He continued to stand there, watching her walk away.
* * *